Uncle Wu and Mo Jie's Little Notebook

"Young Master, this boy contains immense power within him. Very dangerous."

"Do you need me to..."

Uncle Wu bowed slightly and made a throat-slitting gesture.

That's right—watching from the other side was none other than Jiang Junyi!

The moment Wang Hao started organizing his battle preparations, this news had already reached Jiang Junyi.

He had ordered Uncle Wu to buy the building beneath them overnight, all for the sake of observing Lin Xiu.

Jiang Junyi lowered his binoculars and raised a hand to stop Uncle Wu. "No need. If you go, you'll only stir up bigger trouble."

His face was utterly calm, but a trace of cold gleamed in his eyes.

Jiang Junyi knew it was useless—and worse, it was the classic "beat the small fry, summon the big fish" scenario. It would only feed the Son of Destiny, helping him grow stronger.

This time was just a preliminary probe, but the information gained was considerable.

A Son of Destiny recognized by the system was undoubtedly extremely hard to kill... How should he break through this?

Jiang Junyi lowered his head slightly, pondering the question.

Uncle Wu watched his young master from the side, a glint of relief in his eyes. The young master now really resembled Wudao...

After his moment of emotion, Uncle Wu pulled out a small notebook and quickly jotted down—

Tonight, the young master is growing again and again. Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, he looks like a king of the night.

Then, almost imperceptibly, he took out his phone and silently, swiftly snapped a photo of Jiang Junyi standing by the window, pale moonlight spilling over him.

He selected the group chat—White Court Family.

Tap. Send.

Yu Tongtianxia (Zhao Ningyu): Wow~ My precious son is so handsome! (drool) (drool)

You Daoshi (Jiang Wudao): As expected of my son! (thumbs up) (thumbs up)

Old Wang: Hey, the young master's watching my boy, right? Showing off, showing off!

Old Liang: What are you bragging about?! My girl will definitely outperform your son when she goes.

Old Wang: Aye, my son's a vanguard! (tongue out)

Old Liang: (knock) (knock)

Aunt Zhao: The young master's got more and more presence (sunglasses) (sunglasses)

Uncle Wu glanced at his phone and smiled.

But Jiang Junyi had no idea he even had a fan club!

Right now, he was in the middle of a brainstorming session:

If he followed the typical web novel development path, the Son of Destiny would obtain all kinds of opportunities, and the existence of the female lead was also part of his growth.

Take this Lin Xiu, for example. The Su Corporation was his foundation.

A talented heiress, a worthless son.

It was as if heaven itself intended to gift this power to Lin Xiu.

So he had to destroy his luck, make it impossible for him to escape death.

He had to cripple the Su Corporation, disrupt his Dao heart—only then could the great plan succeed!

Jiang Junyi's eyes lit up, the chaotic thoughts in his mind finally coalescing into a unified direction.

He now had some plans for the path ahead.

But... the Black Palace was already moving, which meant Wan Qingyun already knew about this.

Jiang Junyi sighed. He hadn't managed to hide it after all. He could only hope Qingyun's darkening wouldn't go too deep.

He knew Wan Qingyun's fall was inevitable.

The world's corrective force would trigger all kinds of events to darken her, to make her grow.

"Let's go, Uncle Wu. Time to rest." Jiang Junyi called out.

"Yes."

The moon set, the sun rose. A new day began.

Jiang Junyi opened his eyes, full of energy. He quickly washed up and called for Uncle Wu to head to the Wan Family.

Uncle Wu also knew his young master was deep in the throes of love and had prepared everything early.

Over at the Wan Family.

Wan Qingyun sat with a frosty expression, listening to Mo Jie report on last night's operation.

"My lord, last night's decapitation strike failed."

"Su Ling had a Lesser Grandmaster protecting her—and not an ordinary one at that. He also had a spiritual artifact for defense."

"Based on the appearance of their True Qi, preliminary deduction suggests—Dragon King Hall!"

Wan Qingyun's delicate brows furrowed slightly. "Dragon King Hall?"

"Yes, it's a secretive and powerful sect."

"Every Dragon King in history has been absurdly strong, always escaping certain death in some way or another, only to grow even stronger."

"Most importantly, I suspect Dragon King Hall is connected to the collapse of the Black Palace and the fall of the Wan Family."

At Mo Jie's words, Wan Qingyun snapped her head up. Though blind, her gaze made Mo Jie feel a prickling on his back. "Are you certain?"

"Eighty percent."

Tap, tap, tap. Wan Qingyun drummed her fingers on the desk, an invisible pressure radiating around her.

Compared to the shy irritation she showed before Jiang Junyi, she now bore the semblance of a true power player.

After all, that unbroken aura around her couldn't be faked.

"Speed up recruitment. I need to know every move this Lin Xiu makes!"

"Bring me the Su Corporation files."

Wan Qingyun issued two rapid orders, her core goal being to untangle the relationship between the two and see if she could seize an opportunity there.

"Yes."

Mo Jie respectfully handed over a thick stack of documents. Wan Qingyun took it and began flipping through, Mo Jie standing by without daring to disturb.

Then, he pulled out a small notebook and quickly scribbled—

Today the young mistress is full of drive, growing fast. Though last night's plan failed and was a bit embarrassing.

Next, Mo Jie took out his phone and silently snapped a picture of Wan Qingyun in a black dress, bent over her desk as she quietly read through the files.

He selected the group chat—Black Palace Family.

Tapped, sent.

Leo: Wow wow wow! The Lord of Destiny is so beautiful! (drool) (drool)

Virgo: I've failed the Lord of Destiny's beauty, failed her expectations! Let me die! (cracked)

Majestic Dragon (Wang Hao): I'll charge ahead!

Virgo: Can you change your line already!

Majestic Dragon: The battle's not over yet! Let's go, let's go!

A smile curled beneath Mo Jie's mask. The Lord's revival had breathed life into the once-dead Black Palace. Everything was heading in the right direction.

Just then, Wan Qingyun's ear twitched slightly, as if catching some sound.

"Mo Jie, go back first. Follow my orders—we need to strengthen the manpower." Wan Qingyun looked up and instructed.

"Tch." Mo Jie clicked his tongue softly.

He knew—that brat was here again!

Wan Qingyun: ?

"Mo Jie, did you just click your tongue?"

"Absolutely not, Lord of Destiny."

Hearing Mo Jie's sincere words, Wan Qingyun thought she must have misheard.

"Then I must have misheard. You may go."

"Yes."

After Mo Jie vanished from the room, Wan Qingyun set down the file.

For some reason, her heart felt a little light.

"Qingyun baby~ Qingyun darling~"

Jiang Junyi's voice reached Wan Qingyun's ears from not far away.

Just those two nicknames made her feel a bit flustered and annoyed. How could this man have no shame!

She quickly pretended to be absorbed in reading.

"Slap!"

The study door was shoved open by Jiang Junyi, accompanied by his shameless calls: "A night apart—did you miss me, little Qingyun~"

Wan Qingyun set down the file with a calm expression. "No, not really."

Jiang Junyi rubbed his chin, slowly approaching Wan Qingyun, swaying left and right.

But Wan Qingyun could hear her own heartbeat quickening.

Suddenly, Jiang Junyi leaned close to her ear, resting his chin on her pale shoulder and neck, and breathed softly: "Is that so? But I noticed your ears are a little red, you know."

"Mmm... you bastard!"